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she blinked again, breaking the mortifying immobility his appearance had engendered and stepped deeper into his domain. He didn’t greet her—didn’t say anything. His swift glance seemed to take her in and dismiss her all in one second.

      ‘I’m Katie Collins,’ she began, her embarrassment blooming in the face of his uncharacteristic frigidity. ‘I live at White Oaks Hall with Brian Fielding—’

      He still didn’t smile. ‘I don’t need you to remind me who you are, Katie.’

      ‘I wasn’t sure you’d remember—’

      ‘How could I possibly forget?’ Displeasure and disapproval flashed in his eyes.

      Faltering at his unfriendly demeanour, Katie licked her dry lips. She’d done nothing to him. Certainly she’d meant nothing to him.

      Alessandro Zetticci had stalked into Katie’s life when he was a sullen fifteen and she a very shy ten. His father, famed Italian chef Aldo Zetticci, had just married Brian’s sister Naomi. Brian and Naomi were close, so Aldo and Alessandro had joined the extended Fielding family for holidays at White Oaks—much to Alessandro’s obvious resentment.

      Only a couple of years later Aldo had died. Alessandro and Naomi had then clashed on the future of his father’s food empire. Brian had backed Naomi. Petulant and fiery, Alessandro had fought hard, flaring up at Brian’s interference.

       ‘If you go now, you’ll never be welcome back here.’

      Brian’s banishment of Alessandro had terrified her at the time.

       ‘Don’t mention him again.’

      Brian had whirled on her when she’d fearfully asked where Alessandro had gone. She’d been too young to understand everything, but had known that in no way had it all been Alessandro’s fault. In any case, Alessandro’s ideas for his father’s company couldn’t have been that bad, given he’d gone on to build his own business with such success.

      He’d always been determined and strong. But from the look in his eyes now he was also unforgiving.

      Katie cleared her throat and forced herself to speak anyway. ‘I have a proposition for you.’

      One jet-black eyebrow arched. ‘How intriguing.’

      His tone couldn’t have sounded less intrigued or any more dismissive.

      Irritation stiffened her. She was too desperate to cope with casual dismissal. ‘I work at White Oaks,’ she carried on. ‘I’ve developed some sauces made from our produce. They sell very well.’

      She paused, because so far he was bored-looking. Her desperation swiftly blew up to all-out pain.

      ‘Cut to the chase, Katie,’ he drawled. ‘What do you want from me?’

      She was so thrown by the reality of Alessandro in the flesh, so intimidated by that look in his eyes, that she forgot the little speech she’d carefully prepared to try to convince him. It just tumbled out with no further preamble.

      ‘I want you to marry me.’

      His eyes widened, the black heart of his pupils all but swallowed the fiery brilliant blue. The rest of him didn’t move. He didn’t even seem to be breathing.

      ‘Not for real of course,’ she hastened to add awkwardly. ‘In name only. And not for long.’

      ‘You want me to marry you?’ he repeated slowly. ‘That was not what I expected you to say.’

      Katie tensed, unable to read his expression, but then he threw back his unfairly handsome head and laughed. It seemed he’d not heard anything as entertaining in eons. And it was utterly insulting.

      Scalding emotion curdled the raw acid in Katie’s stomach. All her life she’d strived to meet everyone else’s requests and demands as she’d desperately tried to fit in and stay safe. But in this instance she was sick of staying silent and being good. Because almost no one ever asked what she wanted.

      Fury filled her, fuelled by total humiliation. ‘I’m so glad I could give you a joke for the day,’ she spat sarcastically. ‘Forget I ever said anything.’

      ‘I’m unlikely to ever forget that.’

      He strolled around his desk with deceptively casual strides, swiftly moving to where she stood, only three feet into his office.

      ‘What are you doing?’ Her voice veered up in an embarrassing squawk as he stepped deep into her personal space.

      He didn’t reply. Instead he surveyed her dispassionately, rather as if she was a curiosity in a natural history museum. Then he leaned closer still.

      ‘Are you sniffing me?’ Outraged, she flinched away from him.

      ‘Yes. Have you been drinking?’ He reached out and grasped her chin.

      Katie stilled, attempting to fix him with a furious gaze.

      Unconcerned, he turned her face to one side then the other, intently studying her features. ‘On drugs?’

      ‘What? No.’ She jerked free of his hold. ‘Look, I’m perfectly sane.’ The truth slipped out, and so did all the hurt and hopelessness. ‘I’m just in trouble, and you’re the only person I could think of who might be able to help me. Obviously you can’t, so I’ll leave now.’

      She turned sharply as emotions whacked her with a one-two punch. She’d never been as embarrassed or as violently angry. She suddenly spun back, slamming her fury into his face.

      ‘I don’t know why I thought you’d understand the desire to protect the person you love most—to prevent her losing the thing she loves more than anything,’ she yelled at him. ‘I don’t know why I thought you’d ever understand that!’

      He stared at her for a long second, his mouth compressed. Sudden emotion flared in his eyes and he stepped forward. ‘Katie—’

      She shoved past him, rage giving her strength, but just as she reached the door he slammed his hand high above hers to hold it shut, stopping her from storming out. She tugged, but couldn’t beat his weight or strength and the door remained sealed. She tugged harder.

      ‘Katie, stop,’ he said eventually.

      Belatedly she stilled, realising too late what an exhibition she was making of herself. She breathed hard, trying to block the sensations caused by his invasion of her personal space. He was right behind her, leaning so close she could feel his heat. Something insidious shifted inside her. Something deep…something tempting. Something she intuitively knew she needed to ignore.

      She closed her eyes in embarrassment.

      ‘You can’t just storm in, demand something so outrageous and then flounce off without an explanation. You need to speak,’ he added firmly. ‘Sit down and start from the beginning.’

      She remained locked in place for another mortified moment. He was right. And she’d been so wrong. She should never have come—what had she been thinking?

      But he wasn’t going to let her leave without a proper explanation. And didn’t she owe him that at least? Hell, she was every bit the useless idiot Brian had called her…

      Slowly she released the door handle and pivoted awkwardly on the spot. Because Alessandro didn’t stand back to give her room to move. He still had his palm pressed on the door, as if he didn’t trust her not to try to escape again. He was still so close she almost felt giddy.

       Breathe, Katie, breathe.

      But she was looking into his eyes and all kinds of confusion clouded her mind. She’d been such a fool to think she could handle him.

      He gazed at her, his clear blue eyes compelling and uncharacteristically serious. ‘Take a seat and talk to me.’

      He

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